Chapter 1: Botched Buggy Trap
 
EDIT: I call it ‘semi-original’ because the plot, many characters and a few places are original, but there are OCs from Artists/Authors that are not mine. It shouldn’t take a wild genius to know I can’t draw for shit. ;.;
 
It was a cold and dreary night.
 
To many, this was a good time to find solace in the family and dine with warmth in their heart against the chilling wind striking against the strong walls of the homes around.
 
To me, John Bukharin, tonight was a very special night. I was alone, in my flat, and my focus was aimed at the table as all ingredients for a wonderful Pizza Night was ready to create the most wonderful way a guy like me can enjoy the Saturday Night.
 
Licking my lips, and smiling at the amount of ingredients I had around, I had planned to make two pizzas- one for tonight and one for tomorrow’s night. It was a bit of a change from the usual, but since the cold was subsiding and I could get back to walking to the gym without freezing my balls in the process, I could afford to put on extra weight for just a day.
 
All in all, I was ready for greatness-
 
Ding Dong~!
 
When something most unexpected and quite irritating had my attention stolen away. I turned to the hallway that led to the front door, slowly making my way there as I stopped by the door and… seeing through the peephole.
 
I heard that there have been some ‘curious’ mugging cases in nearby houses in recent days, the cause of this being that a group of ‘anthropomorphic bee-like critters’ had decided to go around and fuck single guys.
 
This was… well, a good reason that had me skipping on staying outdoors around nighttime for the time being, and I had a feeling this may be the case. As I peeped outside, I saw what looked to be a box of pizza being held by someone quite short.
 
“Sir, your pizza is here~!”
 
…No, it is not. I have yet to make it and I am quite sure I didn’t pay anyone for it- and I am even more sure that I have explicitly told any friends I had in the area that I didn’t like getting dinner for free like this.
 
The one holding it was clearly short and using it to cover themselves. The voice was feminine but… I moved away from the front door, shifting to the living room as there was a large enough window to stare outside and… see pairs of antennae around. I also had a full sight on the one holding the box. That’s one of them.
 
What the hell am I even looking at? Is that bug girl holding a net? Is that a rope?!
 
“This is… very perplexing,” I hummed to myself… so I didn’t expect a response.
 
“What is~?” A childish voice asked right behind me.
 
I slowly turned around and then had to look down to see… something that I should definitely be frightened about but overall found myself particularly obsessed over her cuteness. 

With a petite and ‘smooth’ frame, the bug girl had straight white hair that matched with most of her fur. The black line going around her upper stomach/mid-chest was a shade less defined than the smooth and glistening carapage around her arms and legs. Her eyes were the most interesting: a black sclera held a pink-violet heart-shaped iris and pupil.
 
Dear God, she is adorbs- wait, this is actually bad!
 
“...How did you get inside?”
 
“Oh, there’s a broken window over there,” She said while aiming a finger at… the other window in the living room. 

It was one of those faulty ones that clearly didn’t work as intended as now a small opening was available. I was a bit surprised and worried about this, but also confused on why the others just didn’t sneak inside through that opening.
 
…
 
“Do your friends know that window is open?”
 
The bug girl blinked and then shook her head. “Nope. They said they were going to work it on their own and said I would ruin it.”
 
“Hmm,” I hummed, leaning close to her so I could give her head a pat. “That was smart of you. What’s your name?”
 
“Sweet.”
 
“Aww, that’s a cute name-”
 
“My coochie is also sweet! Wanna lick it?”
 
I may be in danger.
 
“...No. And I don’t mean it disrespectfully but I am not exactly in the mood. I was trying to have dinner.”
 
Her eyes widened, appearing genuinely surprised.. “Oh, sorry!”
 
“It’s alright. Just… tell you what. Do you want to help me with the food preparation? I wouldn’t mind an assistant.”
 
She bowed her head. “I am not good at doing things.”
 
“Nonsense, plus I will be keeping an eye on you so you don’t make any mistakes. How about that?”
 
Sweet beamed at that. “Okay!”
 
“Then go to the kitchen over there as I take care of that window or the breeze may turn the room too cold.”
 
She nodded, humming happily as she rushed up to wait for me. Meanwhile I took care of the window, using a hammer and two nails I had around to set it in place to not allow any other visitors inside.
 
With that done, I was ready to deal with my unplanned dinner guest.
 
“Wowie, you have everything ready to make a lot!”
 
“That’s because I was planning to make two pizzas. One for today and one for tomorrow,” I explained calmly, helping her up to the sink so she could wash her hands. “Now, since you are here, Sweet, I will actually help you make your own first pizza. Okay?”

I expected giddiness, but the girl actually appeared genuinely moved by this offer. She was shivering on the spot, a wide smile on her face.
 
“Yes!” The bug girl replied chirpily.
 
And this previously awkward circumstance turned into… a cute and wholesome experience. 

Sure, Sweet was clumsy at times, but it was mostly due to her tiny size. It reminded me of the ‘struggle’ I put my father through when he first taught me how to do pizza on my own.
 
Yet, instead of irritation like dad felt back then, I felt somewhat amused by her own flaws as she was putting heart and mind into it. And the end result, albeit mostly driven by my ‘fixing attempts’, looked fairly good for her first time. And Sweet was enamored of the pizza that was now hers to eat.

We both moved back to the living room to the dining table and consumed the delicious dinner there.
 
“So, how is it?”
 
“It’s so good~!” Sweet squealed childishly, eyes burning with delight as she munched at her slices with pure love. “I thought Pizza here was all trashy. How do you make it so good, Mister John?”
 
Her squeaky tone had me melting. She was just so cute~.
 
“Well, I use good ingredients. Many establishments use cheaper products due to the available budget and some chefs have to be less strict on the use of those ingredients to keep the production of food going fast.”
 
She nodded, listening raptly while nodding onto her meal. “I see! So, they need to do it fast and with cheap stuff to keep up with people that are hungry. But since we are making it for ourselves, we can make it better… right?”
 
“Yup. That was a good summary here, Sweetie.”
 
The bug girl beamed again and then… looked at the window, right where the rest of the group was now rallied there as they saw us eat. They had the trashy pizza, but they clearly had planned to get more than food out of that trap.
 
“...Mister John?”
 
“Yes?”
 
“Do you… Do you hate us?”
 
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
 
“Well, you said no to licking my pussy. And then you don’t want them inside because they may not take a no as an answer.”
 
“I wouldn’t say it’s hate. I just have my own rules in my own house,” I reassured the sad bug. “Let me put it this way. You were telling me while you like being dominated in bed, that you also have some limits, right? You don’t like it when people tell you things that are not nice.”
 
“Yep, I don’t like being called dumb, or a freak.”
 
“And it makes you feel sad right?”
 
Sweet deflated a bit. “Y-Yeah.”
 
“Well, think of it the same way. I feel sad when people try to do things to me I don’t like, and physical things like sex I am not consenting with would ‘hurt’ me.”
 
“So… you don’t hate us but… you don’t want to have sex.”
 
“Not in these circumstances, no.”
 
Sweet blinked and then smiled. “Oh, okay. I thought you hated us.”
 
“I don’t. In fact, if you and your sisters want to pass by for Pizza Day, I wouldn’t mind getting enough ingredients to make Pizza together.”
 
“You mean it? Can we~?”
 
“If you are all fine with this and with no sex, then sure.”
 
She squealed in delight and literally jumped for a hug. I caught her and I heard her purr a bit in the embrace.
 
“Thank you! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou~!”
 
Chuckles and giggles ensued. And as I was done putting the used plates on the sink to be cleaned up, I helped Sweet by the door, making sure that no surprises happened as I kept my hand on the handle, ready to swing the door closed the moment she stepped outside in case anyone tried to force themselves inside my house.
 
“See you next time, Mister John,” The cutie-pie bug waved and I waved back.
 
“Bye, Sweetie~.”
 
And the door was closed… bringing an end to that situation. I felt relief pumping in my mind as I was blessed with a pleasant night of dreams…
 
Unaware that, despite my good will, I had pretty much declared war on a rather horni group. This was just the beginning of quite the ‘extensive feud’...
 
…Luckily for me, some of my enemies were weak to the right kind of bribery.